July 1st, 2010

July 1^st,2010

Sitting outside today—it’s very warm, windy, the kind of day that would be a good day at the beach.  I’m sitting in my backyard, behind the garage, in the space that hopefully will one day be a screened in porch.  I sip on a gin and tonic, and feel the wind blow over me and around me in wonderful swirls of energy.  I feel relaxed, welcomed and nurtured by the wind spirits.  The birds are singing beautiful songs today in harmony with the wind.  A little wren, that at first sight I thought was a hummingbird it was so little, is flying between two little birdhouses I have in the backyard.  One little cedar house hangs from the branches of a blue spruce pine tree.  The other house is a red and yellow painted birdhouse, perched on top of a 4 foot high stump, remnants of a crab apple tree.  In the distance I hear the caw of the crow, very loud and excited and insistent.  As I wait in between bird sounds I hear the primal song of the bamboo wind chimes that echo toward me.

I sit in front of my medicine wheel.  I sit in the west of the wheel.  Perhaps it is time to see the beauty and release the fears, the grief, the not knowing of what is to become of me and my life.   So many deaths this year I have experienced, and this beseeches me to look at my own life and seek the meaning of it all.  What is it all about?  Does that little wren question what it does or what it should do every day?  Do the bamboo wind chimes wait expectantly for the wind each day so it can play its song?  Is it sad when it is silent, when the wind does not arrive?

Everything is so alive, so filled with beauty and so sacred.  As I sit here I feel the power of the oak tree to the east of my medicine wheel.  It is sheltering and strong.  It is a guardian of the circle and the fairy kingdom which lives beneath it.  Little mushrooms circle around the tree, creating the barrier between this world and the other.  The oak tree is a guardian of both worlds and I feel its comforting strength.

Ted Andrews states that in Pagan traditions, wrens were considered sacred to the earth gods and goddesses.  Wren “holds the medicine for using what is available, and it can teach you the most effective means to build within your own environment.”  Thank you wren for making me aware of all that is available to me every day of my life.  Each day is a choice that I make.  Now I just need a clear vision of what I want to create in my environment.  I will be bold as you are wren!  With the power of oak tree and the resourcefulness of wren, I will move forward.

“May you  know today that nature heals you, that nature loves you, that nature is you—you cannot be separate from it.  It lives in your heart and soul and you live in its heart and soul.  Know your divine nature, know that you have the strength of the oak,  the power of the wind, the song of the birds, in your heart.”   Such is my message from nature today.

May you walk in beauty and sacredness each day of your life,

Jeanne